Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Can,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
the Association,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.